Yes! there are too many V/B Fics out here!@ yup. So, I made you another one!
Oh, indulge me and read. It's not very romantic; that's just not the kind of girl I am, I guess.
Which is _exactly_ why I had to do this.
Because neither Vegeta nor Bulma strike me as very romantic@!
It's not meant to be continued. If you _really want me to, I might consider it, but,.. it's been done ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
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NO!, that wouldn't do.
Another ki-blast.
Worse even!
One more.
No. no! no, NO. no,.. NO!!
Damn it! damn him, damn this place. Damn Kakaroth!!!
Somewhere on the Capsule Corp. premises was a very angry Vegeta, training in his gravity chamber.
Well, angry wasn't even the right word. He was furious. Furious at Kakaroth for being a supersaij-jin when he was not.
At the Grafity-chamber for not making him what he wanted to be.
At Chikuy and it's people in general.
Even at that damned Super-saij-jin legend that had gotten him into this mess.
So he trained, fuelled by anger. And trained, and trained.
Still, anger can last only so long before exhaustion kicks in.
And right now, Vegeta's body was telling him it had had well enough for today.
Which was exactly the reason his Ki-blasts were getting smaller and weaker by the second.
Sighing to himself, the Saij-jin prince called it quits.
'For today! Just you see. Tomorrow,....'
Vegeta disgarded his ruined training-suit and took a long shower to wash all the blood off,
then changed into someting clean and trudged down to the kitchen.
Nobody home yet, so he pulled open the fridge and studied the contence.
Then closed the door again.
'The hell is wrong with me,..?' he wondered, but let it pass.
Well, if he wasn't going to eat, he might as well turn in so he could start off early the next day.
Yes; that would be the smart thing to do.
Instead, he plopped down on the couch, spreading his arms on the back pillows.
Not bothering to turn on the TV, Vegeta stared at the empty screen with dull, half-lidden eyes.
The last of his adrenaline gone, he really was too sore to move.
What was worse, though, was his mind doing loop-holes on what he could be doing wrong,..
'I'm not getting anywhere,..'
'Kakaroth did,..how? what did he do? Go into gravity-room,.. train,... come out supersaij-jin,...'
'must be missing some little detail,..'
He just had to have missed some little thing.
Why wasn't it working for him like it had for Kakaroth?
'Go into room,.. train,... come out,...'
He had to stop thinking like this. It was driving him mad.
'Go into room,...train,..'
Just then, that annoying woman with the blue hair took her chance to startle him by slamming the door behind her.
Though he hardly moved an inch. Too miserable.
Back to his thoughts,.. 'Go into room,...'
"oh, Hi Vegeta!"
Bulma said in her cheeriest voice. That really annoyed him.
He really didn't want her fake curtesy while he knew she hated his guts.
So, he choose to ignore her.
'Go into room,..'
The blue-haired scientist frowned in annoyance, but then went on with a voice that only betrayed a hint of sarcasm.
"Whoh!, you actually stopped training before dark? Something wrong with the gravityroom again?"
The Saij-jin rolled this around in his mind a little before answering.
Was it really still that early? Seemed that way. Oh well.
If he couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong, maybe he could at least tick the woman off.
"If I need you to fix something, woman, you'll be sure to hear from me."
Vegeta went through the trouble of turning his head to the side, still leaning it against the back of the couch,
just so he could see her fume.
Indeed, she gritted her teeth, her eyes became really big,
and she got that blush on her face that made you wonder if steam was about to pop from her ears.
But after a moment it passed, and she calmed herself.
'Too bad.' Vegeta guessed it was just one of those days.
To his annoyance, the woman sat don next to him.
"Vegeta, let's not do this, ok? I've done enough fighting for one day."
Vegeta 'hmmpf'-ed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back all the way gain.
After a few moments, though, his eyes shot open again.
"Now what?"
She was still sitting there.
"Well. I've been thinking about- well. The way you and I,.."
She blushed selfconsciously. But Bulma had made herself a promise today;
She was sick of fighting every day, and they were going to put an end to it.
Like grown-ups should.
"Well. I just think we should talk. You know. We are living in the same house.
For Kami's sakes, we should at least be able to communicate!"
Vegeta was confused. "But I though you just said you didn't want to do this?"
SHe balched again, but calmed herself. "THAT was fighting. I mean, really talking. Without yelling."
-"Whatever for?"
"Well." Geeh, the man had to make everything difficult didn't he? here she was, trying to be nice,..
"It would,.." And all he could do was give her a had time.
"be nice don't you think?" But she wasn't gonna give in the easy way.
"We could get to know eachother better." not this time.
Smiling, she patted Vegeta's leg. "I'd like to get to know you better,.."
Vegeta finally lifted his head at this, looking at her.
She wanted to get to know him better? Petting his leg? Was he reading her right?
BUt she hated his guts, right?
Then again, there'd been plenty of times when some female on Freeza's ship 'hated him' a little too obviously.
Until he got them alone, that was,..
Better make sure.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to go pesture?"
Bulma's expression darkened. "Not that it's any of your buisness, but. We had a fight. It's over."
_Again_.
"But!" Bulma continued in a happyer voice.
"I don't want to talk about that now. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
_but enough about me, let's talk about you._
Well, Vegeta guessed that was a clear as one could get about it.
Prodding an arm under his head, he looked the human female in the eyes.
_well, why not._
She was a hell of a lot more Saij-jin looking then _some_ of the females he'd been with.
(hey! Vegetasei was destroyed when he was a little kid! A man has to do something for company.)
Not too ugly either.
Now came the hard part. How did those Chikyu's go about this again?
Oh yes. That kissing bit. The thing with the tongues. Disgusting habit, but what had to be had to be.
Before his resolve could crumble, Vegeta grabbed the surprised female by the neck and kissed down deeply on her.
She squirmed a bit at first, but they always did that.
Easier to say it wasn't there fault afterwards when they did that.
That way it'd be him facing the heat alone if Freeza ever found out.
Yes! Ever wonder why there weren't any female aliens aboard Freeza's fessel? I'll tell you! They'd all been transfered.
Vegeta hadn't mind. He'd been sick of them; every one of them.
It wasn't just him.
It's been Raditz and Zarbon's fault mostly. Mostly Zarbon. He had a taste for the,.. let's say,..
Married type.
No, it had hardly been his doing at all. But he'd been happy to see them go.
All of them with there winking and smiling and come-ons.
And them having to listen to their excuses if it ever came to it -or rather, just before it came to it.
"Vegeta! no please, I can't."
"Vegeta, what if Freeza catches us."
"Vegeta, I'm sorry, but if anyone ever finds out I've been fucking the monkey-prince,-"
Aaarch! No!
Whatever was this Chikyu's excuse, he didn't want to hear it.
Pressing down on the woman, he forced his tongue in her mouth.
There. See? She'd already stopped her squirming.
Just as they always did.
Just like,... "AAARVH!!"
Just then, something solid and very _very_ hard connected with his groin.
Vegeta was off the woman in a blink, but was slapped across the cheek just as fast.
Half in shock, he hardly realised it had been Bulma's hand.
She was swearing now.
",...you fucking pig! I try and be nice to you and,.."
Keeping at it. Vegeta's ears were ringing, but it wasn't _only_ an account of the woman's loud voice.
Damn her! She'd knee-yed him in the balls!
What was wrong with her? Abrubtly, Bulma stormed outof the room.
For which Vegeta was eternally gratefull.
He needed a moment to collect himself.
When he was sure the blue-haired fury wasn't comming back, Vegeta got up, very slowly.
What? He'd done the kissing thing right, hadn't he? What was wrong with that woman?
Frist she was practically jumping up and down screaming 'here I am, take me!',
Then, whe he was nice enough to indulge her,...
Honestly!
"Better stay away from that one, Vegeta." He warned himself.
"The woman's obviously dangerously mad; she could be hazardous to your health."
Vegeta jumped up and down a few times to ease the pain, then limped over to the fridge.
Kami! He was starving!
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well. that's it. ;) told you I'm not very romantic. But entertaining, no?
read and review, pretty please!
Oh, indulge me and read. It's not very romantic; that's just not the kind of girl I am, I guess.
Which is _exactly_ why I had to do this.
Because neither Vegeta nor Bulma strike me as very romantic@!
It's not meant to be continued. If you _really want me to, I might consider it, but,.. it's been done ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
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NO!, that wouldn't do.
Another ki-blast.
Worse even!
One more.
No. no! no, NO. no,.. NO!!
Damn it! damn him, damn this place. Damn Kakaroth!!!
Somewhere on the Capsule Corp. premises was a very angry Vegeta, training in his gravity chamber.
Well, angry wasn't even the right word. He was furious. Furious at Kakaroth for being a supersaij-jin when he was not.
At the Grafity-chamber for not making him what he wanted to be.
At Chikuy and it's people in general.
Even at that damned Super-saij-jin legend that had gotten him into this mess.
So he trained, fuelled by anger. And trained, and trained.
Still, anger can last only so long before exhaustion kicks in.
And right now, Vegeta's body was telling him it had had well enough for today.
Which was exactly the reason his Ki-blasts were getting smaller and weaker by the second.
Sighing to himself, the Saij-jin prince called it quits.
'For today! Just you see. Tomorrow,....'
Vegeta disgarded his ruined training-suit and took a long shower to wash all the blood off,
then changed into someting clean and trudged down to the kitchen.
Nobody home yet, so he pulled open the fridge and studied the contence.
Then closed the door again.
'The hell is wrong with me,..?' he wondered, but let it pass.
Well, if he wasn't going to eat, he might as well turn in so he could start off early the next day.
Yes; that would be the smart thing to do.
Instead, he plopped down on the couch, spreading his arms on the back pillows.
Not bothering to turn on the TV, Vegeta stared at the empty screen with dull, half-lidden eyes.
The last of his adrenaline gone, he really was too sore to move.
What was worse, though, was his mind doing loop-holes on what he could be doing wrong,..
'I'm not getting anywhere,..'
'Kakaroth did,..how? what did he do? Go into gravity-room,.. train,... come out supersaij-jin,...'
'must be missing some little detail,..'
He just had to have missed some little thing.
Why wasn't it working for him like it had for Kakaroth?
'Go into room,.. train,... come out,...'
He had to stop thinking like this. It was driving him mad.
'Go into room,...train,..'
Just then, that annoying woman with the blue hair took her chance to startle him by slamming the door behind her.
Though he hardly moved an inch. Too miserable.
Back to his thoughts,.. 'Go into room,...'
"oh, Hi Vegeta!"
Bulma said in her cheeriest voice. That really annoyed him.
He really didn't want her fake curtesy while he knew she hated his guts.
So, he choose to ignore her.
'Go into room,..'
The blue-haired scientist frowned in annoyance, but then went on with a voice that only betrayed a hint of sarcasm.
"Whoh!, you actually stopped training before dark? Something wrong with the gravityroom again?"
The Saij-jin rolled this around in his mind a little before answering.
Was it really still that early? Seemed that way. Oh well.
If he couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong, maybe he could at least tick the woman off.
"If I need you to fix something, woman, you'll be sure to hear from me."
Vegeta went through the trouble of turning his head to the side, still leaning it against the back of the couch,
just so he could see her fume.
Indeed, she gritted her teeth, her eyes became really big,
and she got that blush on her face that made you wonder if steam was about to pop from her ears.
But after a moment it passed, and she calmed herself.
'Too bad.' Vegeta guessed it was just one of those days.
To his annoyance, the woman sat don next to him.
"Vegeta, let's not do this, ok? I've done enough fighting for one day."
Vegeta 'hmmpf'-ed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back all the way gain.
After a few moments, though, his eyes shot open again.
"Now what?"
She was still sitting there.
"Well. I've been thinking about- well. The way you and I,.."
She blushed selfconsciously. But Bulma had made herself a promise today;
She was sick of fighting every day, and they were going to put an end to it.
Like grown-ups should.
"Well. I just think we should talk. You know. We are living in the same house.
For Kami's sakes, we should at least be able to communicate!"
Vegeta was confused. "But I though you just said you didn't want to do this?"
SHe balched again, but calmed herself. "THAT was fighting. I mean, really talking. Without yelling."
-"Whatever for?"
"Well." Geeh, the man had to make everything difficult didn't he? here she was, trying to be nice,..
"It would,.." And all he could do was give her a had time.
"be nice don't you think?" But she wasn't gonna give in the easy way.
"We could get to know eachother better." not this time.
Smiling, she patted Vegeta's leg. "I'd like to get to know you better,.."
Vegeta finally lifted his head at this, looking at her.
She wanted to get to know him better? Petting his leg? Was he reading her right?
BUt she hated his guts, right?
Then again, there'd been plenty of times when some female on Freeza's ship 'hated him' a little too obviously.
Until he got them alone, that was,..
Better make sure.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to go pesture?"
Bulma's expression darkened. "Not that it's any of your buisness, but. We had a fight. It's over."
_Again_.
"But!" Bulma continued in a happyer voice.
"I don't want to talk about that now. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
_but enough about me, let's talk about you._
Well, Vegeta guessed that was a clear as one could get about it.
Prodding an arm under his head, he looked the human female in the eyes.
_well, why not._
She was a hell of a lot more Saij-jin looking then _some_ of the females he'd been with.
(hey! Vegetasei was destroyed when he was a little kid! A man has to do something for company.)
Not too ugly either.
Now came the hard part. How did those Chikyu's go about this again?
Oh yes. That kissing bit. The thing with the tongues. Disgusting habit, but what had to be had to be.
Before his resolve could crumble, Vegeta grabbed the surprised female by the neck and kissed down deeply on her.
She squirmed a bit at first, but they always did that.
Easier to say it wasn't there fault afterwards when they did that.
That way it'd be him facing the heat alone if Freeza ever found out.
Yes! Ever wonder why there weren't any female aliens aboard Freeza's fessel? I'll tell you! They'd all been transfered.
Vegeta hadn't mind. He'd been sick of them; every one of them.
It wasn't just him.
It's been Raditz and Zarbon's fault mostly. Mostly Zarbon. He had a taste for the,.. let's say,..
Married type.
No, it had hardly been his doing at all. But he'd been happy to see them go.
All of them with there winking and smiling and come-ons.
And them having to listen to their excuses if it ever came to it -or rather, just before it came to it.
"Vegeta! no please, I can't."
"Vegeta, what if Freeza catches us."
"Vegeta, I'm sorry, but if anyone ever finds out I've been fucking the monkey-prince,-"
Aaarch! No!
Whatever was this Chikyu's excuse, he didn't want to hear it.
Pressing down on the woman, he forced his tongue in her mouth.
There. See? She'd already stopped her squirming.
Just as they always did.
Just like,... "AAARVH!!"
Just then, something solid and very _very_ hard connected with his groin.
Vegeta was off the woman in a blink, but was slapped across the cheek just as fast.
Half in shock, he hardly realised it had been Bulma's hand.
She was swearing now.
",...you fucking pig! I try and be nice to you and,.."
Keeping at it. Vegeta's ears were ringing, but it wasn't _only_ an account of the woman's loud voice.
Damn her! She'd knee-yed him in the balls!
What was wrong with her? Abrubtly, Bulma stormed outof the room.
For which Vegeta was eternally gratefull.
He needed a moment to collect himself.
When he was sure the blue-haired fury wasn't comming back, Vegeta got up, very slowly.
What? He'd done the kissing thing right, hadn't he? What was wrong with that woman?
Frist she was practically jumping up and down screaming 'here I am, take me!',
Then, whe he was nice enough to indulge her,...
Honestly!
"Better stay away from that one, Vegeta." He warned himself.
"The woman's obviously dangerously mad; she could be hazardous to your health."
Vegeta jumped up and down a few times to ease the pain, then limped over to the fridge.
Kami! He was starving!
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well. that's it. ;) told you I'm not very romantic. But entertaining, no?
read and review, pretty please!